Apologies to anyone who was shopping in Sainsbury’s, Bath yesterday evening. You no doubt witnessed the little accident that took place. A friend of mine, who will remain nameless, carelessly dropped a bottle of Sheppy’s, covering the shop floor in cider and smashed glass. The aroma of red apple did make the shop smell nice though.
To make matters worse, the said friend, refused to clean up the mess he made, despite the fact he is actually employed by Sainsbury’s – his colleagues were not impressed. I know somebody who is on cleanup duty next week…
After what seemed like a ridiculously long week at work, I welcomed the arrival of the weekend. I spent Friday night watching Leeds play Hereford United in the FA Cup, while dining upon something I don’t normally eat – a Chinese takeaway. The meal was almost as bad as the match, which finished 0-0; Hereford being by far the better side and forcing a replay – a fixture Leeds could do without.
Bath City had a free weekend, so I was a little stuck for stuff to do on Saturday. I decided to go to Twerton Park and watch Team Bath play some little northern team called Chasetown. The match was enjoyable, mainly because the students of Team Bath lost. What a shame. A glory-seeking student collared me at the game, and thinking I was a local, started slagging off the performance. I may be a local, but certainly didn’t want the tax-funded morons to win.
Saturday night I paid Simon a visit. He has recently moved into a new house, and I invited myself round to check it out. Simon lives with his parents, and it would appear they have stuck him right at the top of the house in a loft bedroom. You need to take what seems like never-ending spiral staircase to reach his lair. I was also a tad disturbed to find out his rather petite sister has been given a bedroom which is effectively a tiny cupboard under the stairs.
I was most pleased to learn our Sheppy’s cider had arrived, so on route to the Dolphin pub, we lugged the mini-barrels to my flat. I know I will enjoy these immensely at a later date. I know cider orders and trips to the local pub may make me sound like a pisshead. I can confirm to those who may be concerned that this is not the case, and this blog just makes out I spend a lot of time at The Dolpin (mainly because it’s a blog-worthy topic). Alcohol is bad mmmkay. Beer kills braincells or something something…
This weekend’s “meet-up” with Simon and Watkins took us to The Globe pub. A regular favourite of ours, which for some reason, we hadn’t attended in quite a while.
Regular readers of my blog will know I am a fan of The Globe’s infamous Hunters Chicken dish. On my last few visits, however, I have gone for either steak or pie. Last night I went back to the favourite dish. It must have been 12 months since I last ordered the chicken delicacy, and yesterday’s offering was just as nice as I remembered it to be.
Along with our meal, Simon and I bought Suffolk Cider. I was not aware that the county of Suffolk was famous for its cider, and after drinking it last night, I now know why. Mr. Thatcher and Sir. Sheppy don’t have to worry about losing any of my custom to that Suffolk piss. I’d even drink Strongbow before I bought another bottle of what I had last night!
After the meal, we drove back to my flat. Watkins was going to come in, but then discovered Simon and my terrible secret plan… to watch Match of the Day. As soon as the hint of football was mentioned, Johnny McWatkins hopped back into his car, and sped back home to Wells, leaving Simon and me to watch the football highlights on our own.
About Me
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
